Stalked by the Alien Assassin (Aliens Among Us, #2)

by Tiffany Roberts

But now…he really fucking liked cherries.

Only one thing was clear—the beast dwelling inside Fyran had chosen Avery as its own, and it wasn’t going to be denied.

“You could’ve fucking told her I was here, too,” Fyran grumbled, “but you chose to lick your own asshole instead. So who’s really at fault here?”

“I’d rather have you lick your asshole than be an asshole.”

“Should we make a toast?” A small crease formed between Fyran’s brows. “You’ve made enough food already, Avery. We can do without slightly burned bread.”

“This sets a new standard. Humans have ruined grapes.”

They’d provided him an escape from his worries and stress for a little while. They’d given him reason to laugh freely—which he’d never done much before Avery.